旼컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴커 � Dimensions In The Dark by J. L. Black Page 56 � 쳐컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴캑 � third century lake dwellers. � � � � After another day of site seeing, and a short, but impressive, tour of � � the city I returned to the hotel to have dinner with the rest of the � � tour group. The members of the tour group are mostly Americans. There � � are four who are British, and then, there is a couple, I believe are � � Italian. They do speak English but not fluently. Mrs. Moore, the � � widow from Columbus, Ohio, is the unofficial tour guide. She has more � � information, trivia type information that is, than anyone I have ever � � seen. She is the type of individual, bless her soul, that is dear, but � � a babbler. She takes her first breath in the morning and from this � � point on never takes another breath for the rest of the day. Or to put � � it another way, she talks between breathes. She seems never to run out � � air and talks incessantly. Tonight, for some unknown reason, she is � � strangely quiet. She talks, but only briefly, then falls to silence � � again. If this behavior did not strike me as extremely odd for her it � � would be considered a welcomed relief. The couple which seems to being � � doing most of the talking at this moment is Mr. and Mrs. Bentley. � � They, Mr. Bentley says trying to imitate an American accent, 'Hail from � � Cambridge'. The fact that Mr. Bentley is indeed, Dr. Bentley and a � 읕컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴켸